Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson, FRSwas Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland during much of Queen Victoria's reign and remains one of the most popular British poets...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth6 August 1809
ocean sea stones
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
lasts firsts earth
A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
roots tree branches
Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.
trust feelings trust-me
Trust me not at all, or all in all.
roaming limits world
Here at the quiet limit of the world.
lying
Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.
lying fighting may
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
summer lying fall
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.
house soul ease
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
time jewels long
Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
nature men mind
Any man that walks the mead In bud, or blade, or bloom, may find, According as his humors lead, A meaning suited to his mind.
truth mind boundless
This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.
lying winter years
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year you must not die; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year you shall not die.
gratitude taken skyfall
Tho' much is taken, much abides;